The First Mourning Poem by Louis Borgo

If the frequency of mind past that of sanity wait pain escape,
But yet frequencly past the storm does it anger the gods forsake or,
Unwaken what is precipitation.

Knowing hearts of hearts details, moments, cycle, of living of standards,
Who holds such things to kingdom hearts fantasy or passion why damper such passion,
Love lost or was one highest among crowd of passion was it a storm or one passing,
through a tower.

knowing hearts of hearts details, moments, cycle, of living of standards,
who holds such things to kingdom hearts fantasy or passion why damper such passion,
Persuasive heaven sorrow if a wave would make sound or splash look to shackle was left,
To answer but keep moving on and on and on.

Wind that gather harness or rash something push one past grief is it heaven sake,
Stumble by pass notice ghast, vitality, scarned, heathens breathe,
To place hand to silence a heart rage is claim once vitality,
Why question why ask of one pass does a person look tells,
There intuition optimistis out weight perception.

Truth be told is this all one knows more quinidine,
Selfication with in deeds.